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Bird tale

They say, "Birds of a feather flock together", whereas I have come to believe in a concept which exactly says the opposite thing, sometimes it's our not complying to the likes of each other which keeps us flocked together.

I was very afraid to even think of leaving the protective shield of my parents and face the world alone. I was a weakling, I would cry for silly reasons, could never defend myself when it came to arguments and in short if I were to surmise, I was a timid soul who wanted to go unnoticed. All that I wanted was to pass my examinations and stay merrily at home. But, life happened.  My mother wanted me to grow bold, to learn the tricks to survive in a world which would be ever ready to trample me. So, one fine day I was given some final bit of advice about do's and dont's and  I left with packed boxes and a heart which had suddenly started  weighing more than those boxes. Thus I entered a world which was a stark opposite to my abode.

The first thing that striked after my parents had left amidst a pool of tears was the fact that I was to look after myself and that I were to take charge of my life. It scared me back then but eventually I started learning things and it was fun. I was growing better at it.

There I met a gang of birds, birds of all kind. They definitely didn't have the same sort of feather. I had flimsy ones, they had those sturdy ones. I was quite reclusive to approach them but as I said sometimes the very differences serve as common grounds. I suddenly found my world changing. My wings were growing sturdy as well. The timid person in me was learning to soar high. I realised how important it was to leave a mark, and so the journey that had started with fits and starts was now taking it's final sweep.

I became someone starkly opposite to what I used to be. Learning became fun, friends became family and somewhere in this process, an introvert was finally learning to locate her voice. And when I look back, I can't thank enough those birds who never tried to infringe their opinions on me. We accepted each others like the way we were. The judgemental creep found no place among us.

Life kept my journey rolling. I went on to meet a new batch of friends who were unique in their own ways nonetheless that was what kept us hooked together. I still liked the way I could go unnoticed and still mean the world to some people whom I held dear. There were no tall promises, the least of what they call expectations but a faith that kept us flocked together.

When my formal education was coming to an end, I knew I would miss being amidst the birds who had been family this long. But, life definitely has a bundle of surprises. I now have landed amidst a flock of birds who have went on to become family. If I am to categorise, we can be called the four extremes of four directions. But,  I keep on harping on the fact that it is our being alike which surpasses any likes of the world. Life keeps on being amazing when you have friends who are there for you in everything you do. The journey has been amazing this far and I hope it keeps on surprising me.

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